Marble [9] Fifth of January

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By Marie Lebert, September 2016.
Translated from French to English.
Illustration by Denis Renard.

“Marble” is a short, timeless, galactic novel for all ages. [Summary]


Twenty-eighth of December / Twenty-ninth of December / Thirtieth of December / Thirty-first of December / First of January / Second of January / Third of January / Fourth of January / Fifth of January


We are the fifth of January already. Bub and Boubou had set their alarm in the late morning so they wouldn’t miss the New Year drinks, delayed by a few days for reasons we all know, and woke up fresh and in good form.

Arm in arm, they left for the bubble office on foot, wearing their party flip flops. Boubou cried with laughter all the way. Bub was telling her about the Earthly proverbs and expressions he had just learned in the dictionary the day before, and explaining them the best he could.

Everyone was there for the New Year drinks, with unlimited marble cakes and champagne. To his colleagues’ high relief, Coffee no longer looked like death warmed up. His expression even had a spark that was highly unusual.

As for Plastic’s expression, it was dazzling, and her left eye gave her a strange charm. When she arrived to the bubble office, she briefly checked that her bouquet of roses was still hanging on the top of the glass roof, a good way to make sure once again that her left eye was as effective as a laser.

Chief and Frondex were discussing the comparative merits of their catapults, in a lively conversation presaging a great friendship.

Mouse and Hob were listening to them, doubled up with laughter.

The night before, Chief had made a few additional arrangements in the bubble office, under Frondex’s expert guidance, to be able to practice on the spot instead of having to go in the largest hall of the planet, with the risk of throwing marbles into some colleagues’ eyes. It is never as good as home, the bubble office being like a second home for all of them. Chief had also asked a translucent wall to be built outside during the night, for too swift marbles to ricochet and avoid a long unwanted journey.

Marble cakes were quickly eaten before moving on to serious matters. A hungry stomach has no ears, as an Earthly proverb so rightly says. Then everyone took their places to watch the merciless catapult competition between Chief and Frondex, refereed by Plastic.

For a few seconds during halftime, while sipping a glass of champagne, Plastic was also wondering whether this was time to learn how to use a catapult instead of only refereeing catapult competitions. One thing more to add to her long list of resolutions for the new year that had just started.

Beforehand, Coffee had carefully hidden all his marbles in the bottom of the hyper-secret drawer of his desk. The place of choice was for the “Earthly” marble, of course, in the double bottom of the hyper-secret drawer, we are never too careful.

While enjoying the quietness of this hidden spot, the “Earthly” marble had some nostalgic memories of the three days spent on a snow white cloth in the Maison de la Presse at Lion-sur-Mer, instead of this drawer smelling coffee.

If Coffee ever needed to send a marble into space in the future, this time for a voluntary scientific mission, the “Earthly” marble would be interested in a short-term mission on the Pearl Coast. It already had some first-hand experience.

But one thing at a time, as the Earthly proverb said.

[The end, for now.]


Copyright © 2016 Marie Lebert

Written by marielebert

2012/11/22 at 18:02

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